EZEKIEL'S POV

I didn’t understand it.

That hollow, burning ache in my chest. The way my pulse stuttered when I saw her smile at him — that man, Elijah. The same smile that used to be mine.

I told myself it was nothing. That I was just… surprised. Maybe even caught off guard. But as I watched him touch her arm, watched the softness in her eyes when she looked at him, something inside me twisted sharp and merciless.

It shouldn’t matter. We were done. She’d moved on. And I was supposed ...